Song Lianqing and Xiao Naitianzi did not participate in the activities after the nap, and the camera never cut to their room or any place where they might appear. Throughout the afternoon, the audience who liked Xiao Naitianzi on the public screen kept asking, where did Xiao Naitianzi and Song Lianqing go? Why didn't they see them?

The program team did not respond to these questions, and Qi Xiangyu and others were also confused, but they did not ask their own questions. After all, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, so it is best to remain silent in front of the camera.

The audience couldn't see the cubs they wanted to see, and didn't get any responses to their thoughts and questions on the public screen, so they all rushed to the official blog to comment, one after another, bombarding the blog with comments, and soon the post was piled up very high.

Just when the official Weibo of the program team was about to explode with so many people, the camera of the live broadcast equipment finally cut to Song Lianqing and Xiao Naitanzi. At that time, Song Lianqing and Xiao Naitanzi were walking hand in hand on a large path of cosmos flowers.

The little kid was wearing a small fisherman's hat on his head, a white short-sleeved shirt and brown overalls, a pair of black canvas shoes with white decorative stripes, and a smartphone hanging around his neck. He and Song Lianqing were holding hands, humming a little tune as they walked into the yard together.

There is a brown fluffy tail on the back of the little boy's overalls. When he walks, the tail sways from side to side, just like a little rabbit.

The little boy was holding Song Lianqing's hand with one hand and pressing the smartphone with the other. He lowered his head and puffed up his little fat. He was talking to the phone in a baby voice and no one knew what he was saying. However, his big eyes were shining and it was not difficult to tell that he was very happy at the moment.

[Ah~ you are as cute as ever, but where did you and dad go? Mommy hasn’t seen you for a while, I missed you so much, mua～mua～mua～]

[Oh my god, the baby is so cute, look at his little fat, look at his beautiful big eyes, look at his cute little face, look at his soft little belly, look at him! He is so cute that it touches my heart! Ahhhh, I want to ask my mom to give me a little brother! ]

[The above, can't you give birth to your own child? Judging from your profile picture, you must be in your twenties! You are an unfilial son, how can your mother still give birth at this age? You are really a filial son, a great son to your mother! (???皿??)??3??]

[Hahaha, are you trying to make me laugh to death? I’ll give you my homework to do! What a show! Hahaha…]

[What could be wrong with the little candy? He just accidentally touched my heartヾ('?'。ヾ)]

"Dad, there are so many flowers and candies. Can I pick them and give them to my friends?"

The little kid saw a large patch of colorful Gesang flowers on the roadside, stretched out his little hand to point at them, and looked at Song Lianqing who was asking little questions. His big watery eyes lit up instantly, sparkling in the sunlight, making it impossible to take your eyes off them.

Song Lianqing raised his head and glanced around, and saw an old man watering the flowers in the Gesang flower field. The old man was dressed simply, his skin was sallow, and there were many wrinkles on his cheeks and hands. It was obvious that he had done a lot of work and experienced hard work in the wind and sun.

"Baby, have you seen that grandpa?" Song Lianqing picked up the little kid from the ground, let him sit on his shoulders, and looked in the direction of the tree. "He should be the owner of these flowers. Let's go ask him if we can pick these flowers, okay?"

"Okay, Dad, let's go! Let's go!"

The little kid looked at the old man for several times, then gently patted Song Lianqing's head, and made a gesture of attacking with his little fist.

"Hold on tight, kid, daddy is about to run away!" Song Lianqing supported the little boy's back and steadied him. Then he raised his head and ran towards the uncle, "Woohoo! Fly!"

"Hehehe hahahaha... Dad, faster..."

The little kid held Song Lianqing's head and giggled on his shoulder. The father and son were running wild between the ridges of the field, one full of youthfulness, the other full of childish innocence. The atmosphere between the father and son was as warm and beautiful, as warm and affectionate as ever.

The audience watched and instantly forgot that they had never been in the camera before. They were so excited that they wanted to cry. Many people even wanted to throw such a happy baby to kindergarten, but they were criticized. The content of the criticism was:

[Little Candy looks at you with disdain: Ha! Kindergarten? I've already finished the third grade curriculum, do I still need to go to kindergarten? Who are you looking down on? You!]

[Me, you…are you a nitpicker above me? You, I was just following the trend of the times, but who knew that the first time I followed the trend, I would encounter a landslide, wuwuwu…]

[The baby is really amazing, not only cute, but also smart. More importantly, he is very self-disciplined. It seems that he is the best-behaved baby in kindergarten. Not only does he not feel unhappy, but he also likes it very much.]

[Hahaha, yes, yes, I think my kids will think the teachers in the kindergarten are a little sillyヾ(??▽?)ノI’m not arguing, it’s just that my kids are too smart, haha]

The little boy and his father came to the ridge closest to the grandfather. The little boy did not get off Song Lianqing's shoulders. He still held Song Lianqing's head and called out in a milky voice, "Grandpa~ Hello~"

The old man who was watering the flowers turned around, saw them, showed a simple smile, and waved to them. The little kid waved his chubby hands and asked him in a milky voice, "Grandpa, can I get your flower?"

"Hey? My dear, are you okay?"

The sprinkler on the grandfather's body was too noisy, and he didn't hear what the little boy said, so he turned off the sprinkler and shouted something in dialect at the little boy. The little boy made a small trumpet with his little hands and shouted again, "Grandpa, is your little boy happy enough to ask for your Huahua's peace?"

The old man seemed to have not expected that such a delicate and dainty baby could speak their dialect. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled amiably, waved his hand, and said generously, "You can ask for it! I picked the flowers from my house to look at. You are such a good kid for looking at them. Hahaha..."

"Thank you, Grandpa~ I'll treat you to some sweets!"

The little boy spoke in dialect in a sweet and adorable voice, which instantly melted the old man's heart. He even took out two lollipops from his pocket and handed them to the old man in exchange for the flowers.

"Hey~ Thank you!" The old man came over and took the lollipop, smiled and shook the little hand of the little kid, "Dear child, this is Grandpa's flower, you can ask for anything you want."

"Thank you, Grandpa~"

The dialect conversation between the little baby and the old man melted everyone's heart. Song Lianqing, who was listening nearby, had already softened his heart.

When the little baby said goodbye to the old man, he nodded slightly to the old man, then put the little baby down and stuffed some money into the old man's coat which was placed on the ridge of the field.

After all, the work is not easy, and these flowers must be planted to exchange for money. Otherwise, the villagers would not have the leisure to arrange flowers and plants, and they might not even have enough to eat.

"Shh~"

After Song Lianqing stuffed the money in, he made a gesture to the little kid to keep quiet. The little kid blinked his big eyes, smiled and nodded, and also made a gesture to keep quiet.

The father and son returned to the road in perfect harmony, picked a bunch of beautiful Gesang flowers together, said goodbye to the old man together, and ran away with the flowers. As for whether the old man would find the money later, that was another matter.

Understanding other people's difficulties and not taking their generosity for granted is the lesson that Song Lianqing taught the little girl by setting an example today.

As for whether the little milk dumpling understands it or not, that is another matter. But the little milk dumpling is so smart, how could he not understand?